Darajar Yayana part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Peace be upon you all, good day. I hope you're well. I know you've noticed my silence in this story. Honestly, there’s no particular reason other than my lack of commitment. However, since I have resolved to continue, I apologize to my readers for the delay. God willing, we will eventually reach the end of the story.
I got up and went to take a bath, humming softly to myself. Grandma (Iya) didn’t even glance at me. I dressed up elegantly in a stunning purple outfit, complete with matching shoes and scarf, and applied some perfume generously. Grandma looked at me and said, “I knew you had an arrangement—that’s why you're trying to show off. If it’s a man, go ahead. May God make it easy.”
I was stunned and felt bad inside, but I had no response. Usman came into the house and greeted Grandma before telling her that we were leaving. Grandma replied sarcastically, “Oh, sure, get ready and keep lying, Usman. You and your wife think you can outsmart me? I raised you, don’t forget that. Send my regards to Gyambo. Is this the height of your sophistication?”
Usman bowed his head, slightly embarrassed, and smiled. I muttered, “I’ll be back.” He had brought a car, so I got in, and we first went to his house. He said he wanted me to meet Abida, his wife, for two minutes.
When I entered and greeted her, she replied warmly, “Oh, wow, you’re glowing like a new bride!” She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She said, “Come, let’s have a little chat.”
We sat on the edge of the bed, and she looked at me. “I didn’t think you would be so stubborn.”
I was shocked and looked at her in surprise. She continued, “Last Friday night, your husband dined with mine. From the other room, I overheard your husband confiding in mine about how you’ve been making life difficult for him. He even mentioned that one night you ignored him so much that he almost called a lady who had been relentlessly pursuing him and offering herself to him. He only stopped because the fear of God overtook him, and he chose to pray instead. If not for that, what do you think would have happened?”
I gasped, “Oh God, adultery!”
She continued, “Are you aware of this, or are you oblivious?”
I replied, “I wasn’t aware.”
“Good. Now listen to me. You’re a modern woman, so hold onto your husband. If you don’t, someone else will. Promise me you’ll fulfill his needs.”
I hesitated, “But Grandma (Iya) said…”
“Forget what Grandma said! If you die in this state while your husband is unhappy with you, you’ll face God’s wrath unless he forgives you.”
I was trembling as I said, “I’m scared; I don’t even know how to handle these things.”
She reassured me with a smile, “It’s not difficult. You just need to give in to your husband whenever he needs you. Can you promise me that?”
I meekly agreed, “Yes.”
“Good. Now, go with him. If Grandma finds out, it’ll only be if you tell her. Understand?”
I nodded, overwhelmed by the conversation.
Later, Usman drove us to a hotel. My heart raced as we entered the building labeled "COMMAND GUEST." He told me to wait while he stepped out for a moment. Nervously, I watched him leave, unsure of what was happening. Shortly after, a hotel staff member knocked and asked if I needed anything. I declined, growing increasingly anxious.
Eventually, Usman returned, looking impatient. He said, “Look, we’re married under Islamic law. What are you afraid of? I’m not committing a sin.” I tried to explain Grandma’s warning, but he cut me off, visibly upset. “You’re just using her as an excuse to deny me. Do you know how much patience I’ve shown you?”
Frightened, I began to cry and plead. But he locked the door behind him and left, saying, “Think about it. You’re not going home until you agree.” 
Aliyu nodded, a plan already forming in his mind. He turned to Kofur Bala, "Tura motar patrol zuwa bank din, amma kada ku soma shiga sai na iso. A duba layin asibiti ko wurin bincike na kusa idan wani yana tambayar yaron da aka dauka."
Inspector Adamu looked at Aliyu keenly, "Sir, akwai yuwuwar ya fara aikawa da saƙo ko kira ga wasu?"
Aliyu replied sharply, "Idan haka ne, to mu fi su sauri. Amma dole sai mun gano inda suka wuce."
Meanwhile, Hajiya was still seated, her hands trembling as she held onto the edge of the sofa. Her face showed a mixture of confusion and fear. Aliyu noticed her distress and paused for a moment. He softened his tone, "Hajiya, ki kwantar da hankalinki. In sha Allah, zamu nemo Yusuf da lafiya."
She nodded, wiping her tears with the edge of her hijab.
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As they got into their vehicles and sped off, Aliyu's mind raced. He reached for his radio and said, "Dispatch, ko an samu wani bayanin kiran gaggawa da ya shafi unguwar Marina?"
A female voice responded after a brief pause, "Ba wani sabo, sir. Amma mun samu rahoton cewa an samu wata mota mai tsayawa kusan daidai da gadar nan cikin unguwar bayan ƙarfe tara. Sai kuma ta wuce ba tare da shiga wani gida ba."
"Mun gode," Aliyu said as he ended the transmission. He signaled to Kofur Bala to head in that direction.
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Back in the hotel, Sadiya was pacing the room anxiously. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Ya Aliyu ya yi fushi sosai. Amma idan na ci gaba da jayayya, me zai faru? Ina Iya kuma tana lura cewa har yanzu ban dawo gida ba…
She sighed deeply, her hands trembling as she tried to call him again. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Defeated, she sank onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. Ya Allah, ka kawar da wannan fitinar daga gare ni.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. She froze, her heart pounding. "Waye?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's me," Aliyu's voice came from the other side. "Open the door."
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Meanwhile, at the First Bank branch, the team had reached the premises. Aliyu stepped out of the patrol vehicle, scanning the surroundings. The night was eerily quiet, with only the sound of distant traffic breaking the silence.
"Adamu, Bala, ku duba wajen CCTV; a tabbatar da cewa akwai duk wani hoto da ya kamata mu gani. Har yanzu ba zamu iya tabbatar da inda aka tafi da Yusuf ba."
A bank staff member who had been called to open the premises arrived shortly after. He seemed reluctant, his nervousness evident. Aliyu noticed this and approached him calmly, "Ba ka damu ba. Mun san cewa kai baka da hannu cikin wannan lamari. Amma muna bukatar haɗin kai domin ceto Yusuf."
The man nodded quickly, fumbling with the keys. Within moments, they were inside, reviewing the footage.
As Aliyu watched the grainy black-and-white footage of Yusuf entering the parking area earlier in the evening, he noticed a second car following closely behind. The license plate was partially visible. He pointed to it, "Focus a kan wannan motar."
Adamu leaned closer to the monitor, "Sir, wannan plate din yana kama da na wata mota da aka samu rahoton ta tsere daga wani gidan Marina kwanan baya."
Aliyu's eyes narrowed. "Mu kama hanyar can yanzu." 
As Aliyu and his team sped towards the location linked to the suspicious vehicle, tension filled the air. The siren of the patrol car wailed through the night, signaling urgency.
"Kofur Bala, ka tuntubi sashen bincike su aika mana da cikakken bayanin motar nan," Aliyu instructed, his voice firm but calm. "Ina son sanin ko akwai wani abu a kan mai motar."
Bala nodded and got to work, speaking into the radio. Within minutes, the response came through. "Sir, motar dai tana da alaka da wani mai suna Ibrahim Abubakar. An taba samun sa cikin wani bincike da ya shafi laifin fashi da makami, amma an sake shi ba tare da tuhume-tuhume ba."
Aliyu clenched his jaw. Toh, Ibrahim kenan yana cikin tsare-twaren nan ko kuwa ya wuce haka? "Kara kaimi! Dole mu cimmasu kafin wani abu ya faru da Yusuf."
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At the hotel, Sadiya hesitated before finally summoning the courage to open the door for Aliyu. He stepped in, his face a mixture of anger and disappointment. He placed the food bag he was carrying on the table and shut the door behind him.
"Me yasa kika kira ni? Na riga na gaya miki cewa ba zan dawo ba har sai kin gama tsarinki," he said, his voice cold.
Sadiya burst into tears, falling to her knees. "Don Allah, yaya, ka yi hakuri! Ban san me ya kamata in yi ba. Hankalina ya tashi! Idan na ci gaba da kasancewa a nan, Iya za ta gano kuma komai zai baci!"
Aliyu sighed deeply, walking over to her and pulling her to her feet. "Ba haka ake kula da aure ba, Sadiya. Ki daina dauka cewa zan yi miki komai da wasa. Amma idan har baki shirya ba, na fi son ki bayyana hakan tun yanzu fiye da kawo min matsala kullum."
Sadiya nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Na gane, yaya. Zan yi kokari."
Aliyu looked at her, his expression softening slightly. "Tashi ki ci abinci. Ba zan sake matsawa ki ba a wannan daren, amma ki san cewa haka ba za ta ci gaba ba har abada."
She nodded again, wiping her tears and walking over to the food he had brought. As she ate in silence, Aliyu received a call on his phone.
"Aliyu, mun isa layin Marina, amma babu alamar motar a nan," Inspector Adamu reported. "Sai dai kuma, wani mazaunin unguwar ya ce ya ga motar ta shigo nan amma ta fice ba tare da ta tsaya ba."
Aliyu frowned. "Wane tsari suka bi?"
"Sun nufi bangaren dake kusa da tsohuwar tashar jirgin ruwa. Amma akwai wasu shafaffun gidaje a can, kuma ba sauki shiga ba."
Aliyu's mind raced. Shafaffun gidaje? Wani wurin da ake boyewa kenan.
"Adamu, ku tsaya ku duba cikin tsanaki. Kada ku yi wani abu da zai sanar da su cewa kuna kusa. Ina kan hanya," he said as he ended the call.
Sadiya looked up at him. "Yaya, lafiya?"
Aliyu grabbed his jacket. "Ki ci gaba da hutawa. Dole in je wani wurin gaggawa yanzu."
At the old port area, Aliyu joined his team. The buildings were dilapidated, their walls covered in graffiti. A few vehicles were parked haphazardly around, and the air was thick with the smell of saltwater and oil.
"Adamu, me kuka gano?" Aliyu asked as he approached.
"Mun samu bayanai daga wani yaro a kusa. Ya ce ya ga wasu mutane suna shigowa da wani matashi cikin daya daga cikin wadannan gidajen, amma bai iya tuna takamaiman wanne ba," Adamu explained.
Aliyu turned to his men. "Babu lokacinta. Za mu raba kowa gida-gida. A yi shiru sosai, amma a tabbatar da cewa an gano Yusuf."
The operation began in earnest. Each group checked a different building, moving cautiously. Aliyu's heart pounded as he opened the creaking door of one structure. Inside, the air was damp and cold. He motioned for his partner to stay alert as they moved deeper.
Suddenly, muffled voices echoed from one of the rooms. Aliyu signaled for silence. He crept closer, his hand on the holster of his gun. As he pushed the door open slightly, he saw a group of men surrounding a young boy tied to a chair.
It was Yusuf.
Aliyu acted quickly, signaling for backup before stepping into the room, his gun drawn. "Police! Everyone down on the ground now!"
The men froze, panic spreading across their faces. One of them reached for something, but Aliyu fired a warning shot into the air. "Idan kana son rayuwa, ka ajiye hannunka a bayanka!"
Within seconds, Adamu and the rest of the team stormed in, overpowering the suspects. Yusuf was quickly untied and rushed to safety.
"Ka ga abin da rashin hankali yake haifarwa?" Aliyu said to the suspects as they were handcuffed. "Kun dauka cewa za ku tsira da laifin nan? Za ku yi bayanin komai daga inda kuka ajiye kudaden har ya zuwa wanda ya ba ku aiki."
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Yusuf was safely reunited with his family later that night, his mother crying tears of relief. Aliyu returned to the station, his body exhausted but his mind at peace. Alhamdulillah, he thought. Another case closed.